You may not be my size but I will fight you coz I fear no one.
I may be your bestfriend but I can be your worst enemy and your worst nightmare.
I may be kind but I am willing to kill you.
Confront me, I will torture you so you will remember me
Moved from my Friendster blog, written on November 2007
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
A Ghostly Affair
This is much more than a scary nightmare i think, and here how it goes...
There was a time in college where we were all filled with a lot of problems, including unfinished projects, daily quizzes, weekly tests/exams. All of these were really stressful for students like me who is pressured to work hard. Even at these times I still manage to have a relationship with a cute girl who is a year younger than me and looks like a student from an elementary school, cute ain't she?
I went home tired from working hard on finishing projects at school and studying for exams at the same time. As always I sleep in the afternoon to recover from the draining work. When I'm trying to fall to sleep, I always feel strange, The air seems to be so cold and I felt I wasn’t alone. I try to ask myself, am I hallucinating? am I crazy? or I'm just too overworked.
As a normal boy in a relationship, my girlfriend and I were dating as usual; eating, spending time together. Maybe this was already to much for me to miss her. So I believe I wont fall for a girl in a dream again. Another strange and tiring day came, I fall fast asleep, good thing my brother was in the room to watch over me. While he was playing games on my computer I was sleeping. Suddenly I had a hard time breathing, I was gasping for air and I felt like I was choking. As I try to reach out to my neck, I felt a hand was grabbing me. I was trying to pull them away and looked up to see my assailant only to see my brother's face in wide eyes and grinny teeth choking me. I tried to scream for help but no words came out, I saw my brother was still playing the computer but he can't hear me. This confused me for a while and asked myself who is th real assailant and who is my real brother. The pressure on my neck slowly died down and for the last time I looked at my assailant's face slowly fading away, it was the little girl draped in white and crying in tears. I asked myself, what have I done to her, why would she even use the image of my brother. Is she jealous of me because I have a girlfriend? Maybe she can’t accept the fact that it is impossible for me to be with her, that's why killing me was the only solution.
As my mother usually says, most people were not born alone in this world. People may have a twin in the parallel world(spiritual) and he/she always watches over you. I believe so, most of the time they can be your guardian, sometimes they can be your death.
There was a time in college where we were all filled with a lot of problems, including unfinished projects, daily quizzes, weekly tests/exams. All of these were really stressful for students like me who is pressured to work hard. Even at these times I still manage to have a relationship with a cute girl who is a year younger than me and looks like a student from an elementary school, cute ain't she?
I went home tired from working hard on finishing projects at school and studying for exams at the same time. As always I sleep in the afternoon to recover from the draining work. When I'm trying to fall to sleep, I always feel strange, The air seems to be so cold and I felt I wasn’t alone. I try to ask myself, am I hallucinating? am I crazy? or I'm just too overworked.
I sleep sideways as always, I am so damn tired and I can barely move so I took a peak at my side only to find out that there was really something/someone beside me. First I saw two small feet, a white cloth then a dark hair and I can hear her breathing. I'm too tired to move, I couldn’t even scream, finally I stood up, she disappeared and still I feel drowsy so I got back to sleep. I realized maybe i just missed someone that is why it came to a dream.
As a normal boy in a relationship, my girlfriend and I were dating as usual; eating, spending time together. Maybe this was already to much for me to miss her. So I believe I wont fall for a girl in a dream again. Another strange and tiring day came, I fall fast asleep, good thing my brother was in the room to watch over me. While he was playing games on my computer I was sleeping. Suddenly I had a hard time breathing, I was gasping for air and I felt like I was choking. As I try to reach out to my neck, I felt a hand was grabbing me. I was trying to pull them away and looked up to see my assailant only to see my brother's face in wide eyes and grinny teeth choking me. I tried to scream for help but no words came out, I saw my brother was still playing the computer but he can't hear me. This confused me for a while and asked myself who is th real assailant and who is my real brother. The pressure on my neck slowly died down and for the last time I looked at my assailant's face slowly fading away, it was the little girl draped in white and crying in tears. I asked myself, what have I done to her, why would she even use the image of my brother. Is she jealous of me because I have a girlfriend? Maybe she can’t accept the fact that it is impossible for me to be with her, that's why killing me was the only solution.
As my mother usually says, most people were not born alone in this world. People may have a twin in the parallel world(spiritual) and he/she always watches over you. I believe so, most of the time they can be your guardian, sometimes they can be your death.
A Friend's Warning
It was june 19, 2007 tuesday at exactly 8:am in the morning. I woke up crying, my tears were not of sorrow but of hapiness, my emotions were mixed. I jast had a dream…
Moved from my Friendster blog, written on June 2007
In my dream i saw myself walking in a familiar street when suddenly a familiar face passed by me… I grabbed him by the arm and said “Bai, kumsta? Asa naman ka run?"(Hey, how are you? Where have you been?). His face was so familiar, his eyes, nose and hair, he was almost real as if it wasn't a dream. I recognized him and I was very happy to see his face again, he was one of my best friends in 3rd grade. He smiled back at me, nodded and responded with not an answer but a warning "Mag-ingat ka bai, maligsan ka, mawala imung nawong, malapit na tayo magkita."(Be careful my friend something bad might happen to you on this day, you will have an accident, you will lose your face, I will see you soon). His message was clear to me and I believed in him.
I woke up smiling remembering how my friend looked like. I was really happy to see him again but I was really sad at the same time, since he was a friend who passed away 11 years ago. To me he was my angel, I thanked him for the warning.
On that day I was absent at school for no reason and my parents didn't believe me when I told them the story. I just stayed at home doing nothing...
R.I.P. Ret, Thanks for the warning...
Moved from my Friendster blog, written on June 2007
My Philosophy in Fighting
It is better to loose a bloody battle than to fail a Master by disobedience
Moved from my Friendster blog, written on April 2007
Moved from my Friendster blog, written on April 2007
My Reason for Fighting
I did not fight to fulfill my dreams
But to fulfill the dreams of my grandfathers
I do not have the will to fight
But I do have the will to obey
My grandfathers may have left this world
But have left behind their power
Within me their blood runs through my veins
And with their great faith in God they have shared to me
These gifts and talents, which I believe I should return the favor
By fulfilling their dreams that have been long unfulfilled.
Moved from my Friendster blog, written on April 2007
But to fulfill the dreams of my grandfathers
I do not have the will to fight
But I do have the will to obey
My grandfathers may have left this world
But have left behind their power
Within me their blood runs through my veins
And with their great faith in God they have shared to me
These gifts and talents, which I believe I should return the favor
By fulfilling their dreams that have been long unfulfilled.
Moved from my Friendster blog, written on April 2007
My 6 Rules of Fighting
1. ”Always follow what the master says no matter how impossible it may seem.”
2. “Always do your best in everything you do.”
3. “Never show your opponent your weaknesses.”
4. “Always try to remove an opponent’s advantages.”
5. “When you are in a disadvantage position protect yourself while waiting for a mistake to happen and try to escape.”
6. “Last but not the least scratch your head, smile and accept defeat.”
Moved from my Friendster blog, written on April 2007
2. “Always do your best in everything you do.”
3. “Never show your opponent your weaknesses.”
4. “Always try to remove an opponent’s advantages.”
5. “When you are in a disadvantage position protect yourself while waiting for a mistake to happen and try to escape.”
6. “Last but not the least scratch your head, smile and accept defeat.”
Moved from my Friendster blog, written on April 2007
Controlled by Unreality
my life moves towards a vision which my body could not resist and my mind could not understand.
a part of me fears to face the fact and consequences that may happen or i would make during my self building process but the rest of me moves freely and act accordingly to what i should do and they are believing while i don’t.
Isn’t that my body has been controlled by my dreams because my heart believes that dreams are true. therefore i ask are our dreams the future? before i answer “YES, the future are our dreams!” i have to experience it myself to believe by reaching to the point of what i have dreamt of while my foot is standing on the ground of reality with my eyes open.
Moved from my Friendster blog, written on December 2006
a part of me fears to face the fact and consequences that may happen or i would make during my self building process but the rest of me moves freely and act accordingly to what i should do and they are believing while i don’t.
Isn’t that my body has been controlled by my dreams because my heart believes that dreams are true. therefore i ask are our dreams the future? before i answer “YES, the future are our dreams!” i have to experience it myself to believe by reaching to the point of what i have dreamt of while my foot is standing on the ground of reality with my eyes open.
Moved from my Friendster blog, written on December 2006
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